Over the course of the next few weeks, I have been receiving parts of the... Story information thing... From Desmond. One for each day. Without fail. And each part is remarkably short, and always leaves me hanging, wanting more. Maybe that was the effect that he wanted.

But, I haven't really read the whole thing at one go yet... Though I am planning to do that soon so that it will make a lot more sense.

And along with each part that is sent to me, I receive a personal note from Desmond himself. reminding me every single day that I am not totally alone. That he is watching my every move.

As if I did not know.

As if I haven't had enough of it.

I am typing out the whole thing on the computer extremely slowly. But it's not like I can type any faster. I would if I could. The reason for typing very slowly is because I don't want Gray to find out about any of this. And every time I start , Gray would come over. So... Yeah! You get the idea.

Right now, I am typing out one of the last parts of the story Desmond supposedly wrote for me for the information that I want to know.

Or at least, what Desmond thinks I need to know.

And besides that, I am listening to my playlist of songs that are shuffled just at random. And the song 'Change' by Taylor Swift just started playing at the moment. Which would so explain my situation, if I ever win this thing. And if Gray was ever at my side anyway. He might, I would probably never know anyways, so why bother.

"And it's a sad picture  

The final blow hits you

Somebody else gets what you wanted again and

 You know it's all the same

Another time and place

Repeating history and you're getting sick of it

But I believe in whatever you do

And I'll do anything to see it through

Because these things will change

Can you feel it now?

These walls that they put up to hold us back

Will fall down

This revolution

The time will come for us to finally win

And we'll sing hallelujah

We'll sing hallelujah

Oh

So we've been outnumbered

Raided and now cornered

It's hard to fight when the fight ain't fair

We're getting stronger now

Find things they never found

They might be bigger

But we're faster and never scared

You can walk away say we don't need this

But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this

'Cuz these things will change

Can you feel it now?

These walls that they put up to hold us back

Will fall down

This revolution

The time will come for us to finally win

And we'll sing hallelujah

We'll sing hallelujah

Oh

And tonight we'll stand

And get off our knees

Fight for what we've worked for all these years

And the battle was long

It's the fight of our lives

But we'll stand up champions tonight

It was the night things changed

Can you see it now?

These walls that they put up to hold us back

Fell down

This revolution

Throw your hands up 'cuz we never gave in

And we'll sing hallelujah

We sang hallelujah

Hallelujah

Yeah," I sang.

I wish we would get the same happy ending as it is in the song...

Ding dong!

The sound of my doorbell echoed throughout the house. Scowling, I quickly saved the typed out information on the Word document and closed the laptop screen roughly with a shut.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I yelled back, clearly annoyed. "Sheesh! Just wait for a while would you?"

I rushed out of my room and towards the main door. I unlocked it and yanked it open impatiently, just to see Gray standing there with a goofy smile on his face, with his finger pressing the doorbell.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

"Geez! Why are you so childish as to play around with the doorbell? I mean, I know it's fun to play with and all, but at this rate, you are going to spoil it sooner or later," I scolded him, trying to sound serious.

Which, I must say, was pretty successful.

He chuckled uncomfortably. "I'm sorry."

I scoffed "Boys," I muttered under my breath.

"What?"

"Nothing..." I mumbled.

I invited him in and closed the door quietly behind us.

"So... Why didn't you let yourself in as you always do?" I asked him, with a tint of curiosity in my voice, as I turned to face the boy himself.

He grinned sheepishly at me while raking his fingers through his brown hair. "Well... You see... I left my set of keys at home..."

I sighed. I am pretty sure my face had the 'what the heck' expression on my face right now. "How is it even possible for the looked of you forgetting to bring your keys when you know very well that you are coming to my house? It's extremely impossible."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's very possible."

I sighed once more. "I can't believe you..."

He stood in the middle of the living room, right in front of me, just staring at me without replying to my comment. It felt a bit awkward, for me anyway. I am not used to being stared at. I prefer being... Invisible.

"Umm... Sit down...? I guess..." I said.

He chuckled at my remark, but did not say anything once again. Instead, he just sat down on the sofa.

"Hungry?" I asked, trying to find something to talk about... Or to do...

"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p'.

"Thirsty?"

"Nope."

"Bored?"

"Nope."

"Want to go out?"

"Nope."

"Well, what is it you want?" I snapped impatiently, tapping one foot at the same time.

"I want you to sit here with me, take it easy, and maybe even just watch a movie or something."

I scowled, not wanting to 'chill' or 'catch a movie' or anything like that in that matter. "Why?"

"Because I want to. And also because you seem so stressed out."

I pouted. "No."

"Come on."

I really don't want to, but I do it anyway. Reluctantly, I dragged myself to the sofa and sat beside Gray. He got up to choose a movie for us to watch. He inserted the disc into the player and sat back down beside me as we waited for the DVD player to load the disc.

"So... What are we watching?" I asked curiously.

He smirked at me. "Have you ever heard of 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth'?"

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Gray left my place soon after the movie had ended. He had received a message halfway through the movie to go home or something, but he had waited until the movie was finished. He said that he couldn't wait. He claimed that it was an 'emergency' or something along the lines.

Honestly speaking, I have never been so happy about Gray's going away so quickly before. It only means that I can go back to my typing.

But first things first.

I have not checked my mailbox yet.

I haven't received any new mail.

Yet.

I slipped into my flip flops and exited my apartment, not in excitement, but in curiosity. Why would anyone in the right mind be excited about the type of mails I have been receiving up to date? I took the stairs down. I went to check my mailbox.

I yanked it open and found a new, unopened envelope in there. A new mail, addressed to me, of course, seeing that no one else lives in my apartment. And the envelope is a very familiar looking envelope.

The same envelope I have been receiving for two weeks already.

Well, to be even more exact, sixteen days, today included.

I don't know how Desmond is able to do it. I have had possession of the folder for quite a while now, and the first letter came exactly a day after I read the contents of the folder. It's very strange indeed. How did Desmond know when to start sending me mail?

I adverted my attention back towards the envelope in my hands. I wanted to tear open the envelope there and then, but I did not want anyone to see me open this envelope in public, and maybe, reading its contents over my shoulders. So, I rushed to my apartment as fast as possible and straight into my room, and slammed the door loudly behind me.

I tore it open and scanned its contents quickly. What I read could've or might've surprised me greatly, if only I remembered what all the other parts of the information were. And sadly, I don't. I can't exactly remember everything, because I don't exactly have photographic memory.

And anyway, who would remember what they had read sixteen days ago?

I switched my laptop back on and started typing away once more, this time, with one extra part to add in.

I managed to finish typing out everything before I went to bed that night. I wanted to read it, but it was getting very late, and my eyelids were already drooping shut. So, I just printed it out, folded it, and out it under my pillow. I wonder what I'll learn – or how much I will learn – if I read them all at one go?

Too bad I can't read it now...

I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow.